I'm Anxious and Also Feel Like I Packed Too Many Shirts

by Liza

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Ugh. Feels like we've been planning this forever. Actually it just feels like we've been trying to name this blog forever. But things are happening. We leave in 9 hours and fly 13 more from LA to Auckland, NZ. (Don't worry, I have melatonin spray + backup unmarked "sleeping pills" wrapped in foil that someone gave me). We have a renter. We made keys. We (mostly) did our taxes. When I look back on this moment, I imagine I'll probably feel just like the anorexic chick in Drop Dead Gorgeous. I'll take a deep, labored breath from my Vietnamese hospital bed and think: I was ready.